Chapter 1
San Francisco, CACharles
San Francisco, CACharles
BRIGHT AND EARLY Wednesday morning, Richard drove us to the airport, bitching nonstop about the ungodliness of the hour. This caused Philip to say, “Maybe we should have taken a taxi."
“Ignore the grouch behind the wheel,” I said. “We’ve been best friends since junior high school, and he’s never been a morning person.”
We settled down on the plane and slept part of the way to San Francisco, therefore arriving as rested as one can be after a transcontinental flight. Philip waited at the baggage carousel for our luggage while I went to take care of the paperwork for our rental car, which was probably a needless luxury for the first several days of our visit inasmuch as we hadn’t planned any side trips for that first week. We’d
